Vol 2 Chapter 517: Treacherous believers

After handing over the task of harassing the mage camp to Fan Li, the only assassin currently available in the battle group, Yang Yuefan turned and ran in the direction of a group of paladins.
In his plan, first send an assassin to harass the camp of the mages, and then use a few simple spells at his disposal to surprise a paladin patrol.
Then all the way, the angry paladins went straight into the caster camp, causing the frightened two parties to collide directly, and you were done.
Although the poet's profession is a special enhanced version of the bard profession, Yang Yuefan's level is still low, and he has not mastered much spell casting ability.
Fortunately, that group of mysterious spellcasters who didn't know where they came from were also useless, and didn't master any advanced spells at all.
It's just that Yang Yuefan didn't count what kind of stuff his newly recruited assassin was.
Yang Yuefan's action went smoothly. A paladin team of twenty people was directly hit on the flank by his fireball technique. The experienced paladins used the Holy Shield technique to block the sudden attack in time.
Fireball was bought on the black market by Yang Yuefan, and it was of great value, but the uncle from the relevant department never considered the issue of funds when he started a war.
In the caster’s camp, Fan Li relied on his fierce personal ability to find an opportunity and used his hand axe to take the heavenly path to open a caster with a metal arm.
Victor, who was in the black robe in the sky, watched his apprentice bleed continuously in the battle with great interest, without any intention of helping him.
He had noticed these two sneaky players a long time ago, one stayed on his side with his ineffective apprentices and caused chaos, and the other went to the forest to lure the paladin.
"Which side are you from? What is your purpose?" Victor turned off the communication equipment in the metal mask, interrupting the apprentices' panic asking for help.
If it wasn't for the current plan that needed the cooperation of these idiots, Victor would be very happy to razor the camp below.
Maybe I should put in some constructs to let them last longer, attract more paladins out, and have the opportunity to enter the castle directly.
But the apprentice chief Stewart, who had been missing for a long time, made Victor the black robe still a little hesitant.
He can't be sure for the time being that his chief apprentice was killed, or the unstable communicator failed, or that the somewhat brainy apprentice took advantage of this opportunity to defect?
Victor sneered under the mask. In this land called the magic desert, who besides him can teach these apprentices magic?
Moreover, he has no feelings for these apprentices, whether he ran away or died, he would not care.
It's just that, as a spellcaster, he didn't want to take any risks.
The dark blue wings were darkened in the sun, making Stewart look like a giant crow.
The wooden staff in his hand was distorted and looked like a thin old man. The limbs and body were forcibly twisted together to form a human stick, leaving only the head with sparse hair. , Qiqiao braved a deep blue flame.
In fact, the production process of this staff is indeed similar to what it looks like. The old man used as the raw material is the same man who took Stewart from the Wizarding Tower.
Stewart's biological father is also the only blood relative surviving.
Under the protection of Yin Qi's chaotic divine power, even though his life form has undergone tremendous changes, this staff is indeed a living existence.
He could feel the passage of time and all the changes that happened to him, but he could never lose his mind and become crazy.
He, or it, can only watch his son use it as a weapon, use it unscrupulously, feel the pain of burning flames, and feel the tearing sensation of communicating with the material world as a chaos.
Under Stewart's swing, the head of the staff vomited fist-sized flying insects.
Each of these flying insects has long stings, and surrounds Stewart in the buzzing sound of flapping wings.
"My kids, go say hello to my good teacher and let him know where I am!" Stewart laughed sickly.
If you carefully observe these little flying insects with skulls and heads, you will find that part of each of these flying insects has been artificially replaced with metal prostheses.
Some had a limb removed by Stewart and replaced it with iron nails, and some had their wings torn off in half and replaced them with thin metal pieces.
There were a few more, but Stewart carefully used a hot red soldering iron to drop their eyes and replaced them with rough metal eyes.
Although the technique was extremely rough, Stewart was satisfied. He repeated all the cruel experiments his teacher had done on him!
"Go, let him know that now I ~EbookFREE.me~ has the ability to stand in front of him and laugh at his ignorance, he is stupid!" Stewart rolled in the air, screaming: "I The protagonist is the wisest existence in the world!"
The insect swarm quickly left Stewart's side, scattered around, and flew in the direction of Black Robe Victor.
Stewart gently nailed the wooden comb supported by the plank with iron nails, combing through the sparse hair on the top of the old man's head. Flesh and blood scars appeared on the top of his head, and healed instantly: "Look, father, you want me to be a great A professional, I have done it. Even my teacher now has to face my existence, right?"
Stewart felt the sacred breath erupting not far away, and breathed the taste of freedom intoxicated: "I don't know what my dear teacher is looking for. My lord may be interested in his goal. Before that, let me give My lord will offer a feast as my meeting gift!"
Stewart turned into a blue fire and slammed straight into the ground. A five-member paladin team was working as a scout team searching for possible hiding places for nearby witches.
Stewart didn't mean to conceal his whereabouts. His own existence aroused the constant surging of the surrounding psychic energy, and the surrounding paladins could feel the pressure from the chaos.
And this team is already prepared to sacrifice.
"We are discovering the traces of the Chaos Demon!" The priest who was protected by the paladins in the middle used his fastest speaking speed to deliver a message to the group that Seaworth was in: "The energy level exceeds... "
Before the priest could finish his words, he wanted to emphasize that this was definitely not a helper that the witch could summon, but there was no chance.
The dark blue flame directly burned them into a black skeleton.
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